One Piece: Reborn and Skypiean

Deaths

Chapter 1

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"Don't hang out with bad boys, and stay away from girls. I heard college kids are doing suspicious things."

The woman in her late 30s said just as she tidied up my old jacket.

He lifted his head and looked at me firmly. "If a girl comes to you alone then talks, okay?"

I smiled before releasing his hand. "Sure, I'll remember it."

Looking at her again, she had a decent figure with her hair tied in ponytails. She looked rather beautiful to a middle-aged woman, but the pouch under her eyes proved her not-so-beautiful life.

Her mother. My only family besides my older brother.

"Be careful on the road, son," he said from the door, waving his hand. "Be careful with the car!"

Smiling at him and waving my hands, I shook my head. He was always too worried when it came to family.

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Our house was an average one-story building, barely enough for two people. From there, just as I walked out of the front gate, my smile just disappeared. I looked back at our old house and a thought flashed through my mind.

Unfortunately, I can't help but hang out with the bad kids, mom. That's one way for me to make a connection.

I started walking again through the cold, foggy morning. For unknown reasons, this type of atmosphere is my favorite.

Life is beautiful – it's a lie. Life is beautiful when you have money – that's the truth. Money can't buy happiness – that's another lie. Money can buy you happiness as long as you have enough and know how to manage it – that's the truth.

Why am I talking philosophical nonsense all of a sudden? Because I can confirm my statement. I was at the top of society, and now I am at the bottom. Only when one experiences both ends of the currency will he understand the true meaning behind it all.

A cold wind swept over my cheeks just as I rubbed both of my palms before exhaling hot breaths into them.

4 Years ago, I would never have had to walk into college, let alone wear this cheap jacket. But good things never last long, do they?

When I was a child, I was a cheerful child who was the eye seed of my parents. Then puberty hits and the bastard who never cared to ask how his parents were doing, shows up. Since puberty, I have developed quite rapidly in the span of 48 months. My father's death was a huge blow to me.

"I think it'll take about half an hour..."

I was going to college, and luckily college wasn't so far from my home. I had to choose a worse college than the one I could go to because of the distance. We had no spare money for me to go and study in another city.

My father was a policeman. He was an honest man, I know because I had done my research after his death. That's what caused his death.

He once told us about the offer he got from the Underworld Master. "Free my brother, and you will be richer than ever." It was a very tempting offer for me, but I didn't seem to want to do anything bad. Of course he refused, and instead, a few days later, he caught the same criminal who had made the offer.

It was a stupid move, I knew when I heard it. Unless we're lucky, things are going to go awry. Luckily, we were lucky, at least everyone in the family besides dad.

The prison where he kept the criminal was raided just a day after his arrest, and there, the father died in a shootout.

Only later did we learn that he was shot dead by a fellow police officer, not a criminal. The sadness of losing my father just disappeared, and anger replaced it. But I had no idea who the cop was, and even then, the man seemed to have done it by accident.

But guess what, just a few days later, one of my very familiar police uncles, one of my father's close friends, got a big promotion even though the headquarters he was supposed to defend had just been raided. The points match, and I know who to kill.

But again, killing isn't as simple as it sounds. He's also a cop. I was indeed able to catch him off guard because we were close in the past, and he wouldn't expect me to know that he was the culprit. But after what? After I killed him, what happened to me? In jail? Or execution?

Killing him would achieve my revenge, but my death would only leave my family as before. Blank.

I need a better plan. So I made one. But another problem arose at that time.

My older brother fell ill, not just any disease, but a serious illness. Osteoporosis. A disease that made his spine so weak that he could not get out of bed. The death of my father left us with his pension, which we used all in the hospital just to heal him.

Then the hardest part begins. We now have no money, and my previous plans were based on money. My sister is cured, but she needs to rest for months . She couldn't attend her high school finals, so she had to try again next time. But then it was just a dream because we didn't have the money to keep him studying in school. Same with.

I had to hide this from my mother, but my brother knew. I just told my mom that I work in internet cafes and create blogs and so on, but actually I know shit about that at all. My mother was devastated when she one day met face to face with a brick in my head, right at my workplace.

I had to stop working. Things got worse, and my brother's illness also started to recur. It's all messy. Life isn't going anywhere, and we're deadlocked. We asked our relatives for help, but they already helped us - if it was called help - in the first operation. Now they refused to do so, saying that they themselves were short of money, and that we had to take out a loan instead, or sell our house.

But taking out the loan was dangerous for us – because we knew we would not be able to pay it back anytime soon – but so was selling our house. We have memories of growing up at home. Leaving it is just not right.

We then tried to beg for our father's comrades. Surely, they worked together for decades, they would help, right? We're mistaken. They refused, and some never even picked up our phone. I even pleaded with the bastard who I was sure had killed my father, assuming he would at least help us out of guilt, but the humans turned out to be worse than I thought.

When they all refused, I went back to the starting point again, I had to kill him, no, I had to kill them .

Everyone we contacted, their name, their address, their basic info, I memorized it in my head. I just have to gain power and influence next. Some need to die, like those cop bastards, but some need to experience hell on earth.

We sold our house and spent it all behind my brother again. He was 100% cured this time and started doing some work online after buying a computer from a loan. Things aren't the best right now, but they're much better.

I was admitted to high school for the first time, but I was already two years older than the others. It doesn't embarrass me, it's an opportunity. They say life is not a movie, but high school kids think of it as a movie. With a larger body than the others, with the muscles I gained from working at the construction site, it was only a few weeks before I had my own gang. I was never a good student, but I forced myself to study hard. Acing is an everyday food for me.

I'm growing up.

Everything went well when I played my cards right. I have to ignore a lot of girls, because I really don't have the luxury of keeping a boyfriend. But I have my own experience with them. It turns out that having a child with a boyfriend in your gang is more rewarding than I thought at first.

In my high school life, I don't have to spend even 100 cents, if I remember it correctly. Everything, from cafeterias to school fees, was paid for by my minions. That's a great way to live.

Was what I did wrong, even evil? Might as well.

Do I care? Not at all.

My father died an honest man, I respect that, but I wouldn't die like that. If it requires me to be evil, even trash, like the person I hate the most, I will do it – as long as I become strong.

My servant actually has his own influence. Their families are rich, and their minds are shaped to abuse that wealth. It was actually with their help that I was accepted into a nearby college, even though it was worse than any other opportunity I had. After all, I couldn't use their money after separating from them, none of them had good grades, so they could only get into a few ordinary colleges. I would never stick them in such a place just because of a few dollars.

Today, as I walk into my campus, I step closer to my goal every second. Closer to being influential, gaining political power, and closer to paying some particular debt .

The second phase of my plan is about to begin. Because of one of my henchmen, I got some useful information. There were some rich girls on campus that I attended. Even though I say I do not have the luxury of keeping a boyfriend, if he has the luxury of keeping a girlfriend, that will happen too. Making a rich girl my doll will not be difficult at all .

Everything came together, my near-clear future, just as I stepped into the zebra cross. The lights are green, I've noticed, of course, I don't want to die in a random car accident

World's spinning.

BEEEP !

From the foggy distance where my eyes could not react, the yellow bus, the school bus, rushed towards me. I move my legs, but I'm too slow. My eyes caught the driver's face, he was dizzy, his mouth frothy. That bastard is drunk!

The world became lethargic when the school bus crashed into my face, throwing me a few meters behind only to roll its tires into my skull the next second.

My brain matter was spilling everywhere, but my consciousness had not faded. Wow, that's weird. Am I stuck like this forever? Is this really the feeling of the afterlife?

I was proved wrong when the world went black and I could only curse any God who watched over the world, the universe.

All my plans, all my hard work, all my dreams.

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TL: Thank you readers who have stopped by and do not forget to vote and like.

Oh One More, Maybe later you who read this novel find an episode that does not exist or is missing. That's because I didn't enter and there are some who refused, Because all the episodes that were rejected or ga up there was a 21+ scene and I was lazy to make a correction so that's it, so, moreover, the story that is rejected does not affect the plot of the story because it only contains the scene ***** an doang.